Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.